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Halloween Is Coming!

Boo! Halloween is coming!

This will be my first real celebration of Halloween since I moved in the UK. I didn’t celebrate it last year, but now I have moved into a house on the ground floor, and I can actually put decorations and greet little scary kids, so I am really looking forward to the 31st of October.

Do you have any tips for me, as a first time celebrator?

In the postcard that Anouk sent me from The Netherlands, he writes that he hates Halloween, because he is easily scared.

And here I am, not really sure what to do, and how to properly celebrate it. I shall put decorations in front of my house, and a pumpkin, which symbolizes that you want kids knocking on your door. I have already bought candies and a lot of little surprises, and I am all hyped up, even though there are 3 weeks to go until Halloween actually comes.

What is your experience with Halloween? I am looking forward to hearing your answers 🙂

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A New Beginning

Life is full of ups and downs. And I never knew I would be the one to get hit that hard.

But I did.

Life hit me hard – right in the chest, where it hurts the most.

I was sailing with my little boat on those not very calm waters, and I found myself between two little islands. Two lovely islands, both of them, with promising future ahead of them. Both of them unconditionally welcoming me on board.

Both of them smiling at me through the sunset reflection in the sea.

When sunset comes, I knew those islands were different.

One was warm and loving, fields full of calmness and wisdom. One was tough and rough, with deep blue lakes full of troubles.

One made me feel settled. The other one made me feel alive.

I was so close to the first island. I could almost see the comfort from my boat. I could see the welcoming branches from the trees waving at me. It was nice to know someone wants me there.

But when I looked on the other side, I saw the deep lakes on the other island, and I knew how dangerous they were. But yet, something about that danger pulled me towards it. I didn’t know whether it would be worth it, but I decided I’ll turn around and see what this island has to offer me.

I turned the boat around, and as soon as I did it, a huge storm hit me and my boat.

My boat snapped, and I was alone in the cold waters, swimming on my own towards the new island full of troubles. I was left to cope with my troubles alone, on my own, in the deep sea waters.

After an eternity, I finally made it! I was there, on the island. I wasn’t welcomed like I would expect, but I had a shelter – a little house made from branches.

The island had troubles of its own, coping with his own demons, leaving me and my sadness alone. Never trying to help me – thinking I could help myself.

At this point, I lost everything I’ve ever had, everything I’ve ever loved, and I found a shelter. I even found warmth in the coldness of this little troubled island.

But the island was right – I did help myself. Not knowingly – yet I did. I started building a new boat – bigger, and gaining resources in order to survive. I did all of that.

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After a while – the island started showing me its hidden mysteries. I discovered places and caves about this island that I never knew existed. He showed me even those deep lakes, that I was so afraid to touch. But there I was, witnessing the warmth of this island, even though he’ll never admit it happened.

The island would whisper to me the most sad stories of its existence, how people lived here, and he lost them. How pirates would come and steal what he’s got. How he’d even throw away the person that stayed on his island for a while, just so he would have the capability to provide a shelter for me to live on this island now.

Thinking I’d only find trouble, but wanting to see what those deep lakes hide within themselves, I have found an island that can shelter me, warm me, help me survive, without him even knowing it.

Leaving behind an island that promised me all the comfort and support, I have found an island that would care and love me without even wanting or trying to.

I still miss my old boat though, I never wanted for it to crash. But sometimes, we break thing without meaning to. And sometimes, when we follow our heart and find special islands, there will be nobody to tell us they’re proud of us. But deep inside, I know they are.

 

 

 

 

Postcards Giveaway

Yes, I know it’s been a while.

Ah, all this moving and all these unfinished things I need to do.

But, I haven’t forgotten about the cards. I don’t have the time to draw a lot, but I still send cards a lot and I promise to keep you updated frequently.

That is why I want to make a small giveaway, to show it to everyone that I really care. Here’s how you can get a card from me:

  • Show me that you care about what I do.
  • Like our Facebook page and follow us on Instagram
  • Message me or DM me and tell me what is the thing you love the most about GIPostacards
  • Wait for your postcard to come at your door!

Until next time,

Ivana

Postcard From Zurich – a Place of Joy

I remember my visit to Zurich, in February 2015, for a European Karate Championship.

I didn’t see an much of it as I truly wanted, but I got a little view of this wonderful city in a same condition like I see it on this postcard. And ahh, it brings me so many amazing memories from that time.

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Marco (/u/penguinsontv), thank you so much for reminding me of this city!

Friendship And Weirdness – Postcard from India

I have never been to India, but India reminds me of the old values of life. It reminds me of my childhood and then I get nostalgic about home, about Macedonia.

Athira says my name reminds her of her childhood. There was one Ivana in her first grade and was her only friend back then. It makes her nostalgic.

I remember my first grade. It was a little bit boring, because I already knew how to read. After a while, I just got used to the fact that I have to repeat all the letters with the children in my class. I had many friends. And time after time I started to lose them one by one. It was no one’s fault. It just had to be that way.

Or maybe it was my fault. Because I was different. I still am.

I never wore the clothes they did. I never put make-up in the ways they did. I always wore bracelets with dream catchers and evil eyes and handmade jewellery, and they thought I was weird. But I didn’t care. I still don’t.

I was weird, but I was me. And I love the ME I was and the ME I am.

And yes, that left me with just a few friends, those true ones, that accept my weirdness and we are together cool. I found a man that is weird with me, and it feels amazing.

And what more can you expect in life? I have everything I need.

And I’m happy.

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Los Angeles Times – Postcard

Hello guys.

I am so, so, so sorry that I was away for a while. Maybe you missed me. Maybe not. Who knows.

While I was away I received not so many postcards honestly, but that is all because I am moving to England next week, and I wanted to have some two weeks time brake, so the postcards wouldn’t come to the Macedonian address, but go there, to the English one.

This is what I got while I was away. Well, this is just one of them, hehe 🙂

It’s from the USA. Peter (/u/Devee) sent it to me, as a thank you for my Tinkerbell postcard . I love this dinosaur card though. It is amazing. It is a photo by Ricardo DeAratanha, who is a photographer at Los Angeles Times. It is called Dinny, and it’s a 150-foot-long Apatosaurus, at Cabazon Dinosaurs.

Peter, thank you so much!

Ina ❤

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